The Beginning

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                                                               April 4, 2009

                                                                   7:38am

                                                                Christina POV

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots

I give a holler to my sisters on welfare

Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care

And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot

When you come around the block brothas clown a lot

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up

Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up

I reach over and turn on my alarm.

"Ugh, another day at Angles Fall"

I walk over to my tupac poster "Tupac, you taught me, Trust No One." 

I go to the bathroom and take a 30 minute shower. I get out and put on a black bandeau, Purple, Black, Grey, and Blue high waist tribal print leggings, with Black Grape Jordans. I put a messy bun on the top of my head. "Only if my hair color was purple." I laugh at that thought. Only barbies have purple hair. 

Y/M: Christina! Almost time to go! Craig is outside waiting!

You: Okay, mom! 

I run downstairs to see my  best friend and me almost dressed alike.

You: CRAIG! You're totally jocking my swag.

Craig: Man, I been had this on since like 7:40. I been waiting for you. You jocking my swag.

You: Whatever *rolls eyes*

Craig: Lets go slow poke!

You: GO!

Craig: Ladies first

You: In that case you should go first

Craig: You just called yourself a man...

You: Fuck you!

Y/M: Aye! You no se deje usar ese tipo de lenguaje en mi casa chica! (You do not get to use that kind of language in my home girl!)

Craig: ahh haa! 

You: Pero Craig siempre se está metiendo conmigo cuando yo no digo nada. You Siempre se pega para arriba para él mami. ¿Por qué? (But Craig is always messing with me when I say nothing. You always stick up for him mommy. Why?) *walks out the house and gets in Craig's car*

Craig: I'm sorry Y|M|N. *Walks out and gets in the car*

                                                                    At School

You: Great. I'm late. Thanks.

Craig: I'm sorry, I really am.

You: K. *gets out and go to office*

                                                                    School Office

(Y/P = Your Principal)

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